4 months later
I remember exactly where I was when it happened. Sitting on the sofa, flicking through a magazine. The news was on in the background, but I wasn’t really listening. Until one announcement in particular.
“A new type of bacteria has escaped from its’ lab in Canada and is now making it’s way through the ecosystem. People are advised to stay inside, lock the doors and close the windows.”
Ella, my wife, rolled her eyes. “They can’t be serious. I mean, ‘lock the doors and close the windows?’ They’re probably just turning it into a bigger deal than it actually is.”
Two days later though, disaster struck.
“Approximately 2,356 people and counting have been rushed to hospitals across the world, after being infected by a new type of bacteria. Despite warnings to stay inside, many people have ignored these instructions and are now in a serious conditions. Doctors do not yet know the symptoms of the infections, but think it could have a potentially harmful effect.”
That was enough. I switched off the TV.
“Those poor people,” Ella gasped.
We sat in silence for a while, before the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Ella said.
It was her parents on the phone, asking if she was OK, and how the pregnancy was going. When she hung up, tears were pouring down her face.
“Ella,” I said. “What’s the matter?”
“T-They asked me how I was going to get to hospital when the baby comes, y’know, given that we’re not allowed outside, and that pretty much every hospital in the country is in lockdown from the disease. I’m scared, Pablo. What am I going to do?”
I said nothing.